Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.